«It seems be couldn't keep his
body and his soul aligned,» the young pastor said, and seemed a little lost for words until he left the pulpit, walked
over and opened the casket, took out a harmonica and began to play «Just As I Am» while everyone in the
congregation nodded and wept and smiled, some of them mouthing the words of promise and comfort to themselves.
When the church is consumed and possessed by mortgages, capital campaigns, membership numbers, qualifications for membership or deacon or elder, the variety and format of financial reports, redecorating, ordination policies, the proper delineation of committee responsibilities, the aggregation and strengthening and protection of church hierarchical authority, the preference for political associations and prominence instead of being a voice and influence for justice and compassion, seasonal vestment colors, the abandonment and refusal to acknowledge
congregations who dare to be excited by their proclaiming and provoking and living and sharing the Good News, the continual choosing and preoccupation with better organization
over better outreach, or what styles of worship are to be offered — then it is time for an earth - shaking, stone - rolling, curtain ripping, hurricane - strength, fiery and noisy transformational revolution that will resurrect the Good News in the
body and spirit of communities and individuals.
It is clear that each of these churches had a
body of elders and a corps of deacons; but presiding
over both and
over the
congregation as a whole is the bishop.